On seeing the title, I expected Robert Frost's poem (my all-time favorite) but got another deligthful treat instead...ahhh, nostalgia set in a lil as I thought of those booty call nights that never materialized. BTW, felt the same way some time ago: "SHE certainly had had enough of me, I decided to let go of her. No more phone calls – I shook my head. Not that I feared any legal action, but I decided not to call HER again, I then realized SHE never loved me at all." Keep writing, ok?